The female ghost frowned when she heard Shen Chun's words.
She glanced in Hu Jing's direction without looking away again.
"I…" A hint of annoyance flashed across the female ghost's eyes as she muttered to herself, "I can't do it."
The students were playing games, while Hu Jing sat in the middle of the children silently with an indifferent expression.
She looked back and around from time to time, then lowered her head dejectedly.
The ruckus around her seemed to have nothing to do with her anf she was immersed in her own world.
Tears of blood spread on the female ghost's face. Then, she lowered her head and began to sob. "This is my child, my last treasure in this world. She's still so young. I can't let her be alone…"
Shen Chun leaned towards her slightly and accompanied her quietly.
In the past, she was also someone without kin, so she could understand her feelings.
